Eric started to walk out of the kitchen, and it wasn’t until just then, that I realized how attractive he was. Honestly, I was shocked to see how beautiful his face was. I told him all about my failed college career, and soon to be my failed waitressing career. He nodded, and said “tough break” a lot until I finally felt I was OK enough to excuse my self for the night. We awkwardly hugged, and I left the apartment with a certain ease as if I had done it a million times.
“Good Night champ.” He encouragingly added before I closed my door.
“Night sport.” I sarcastically added. Lying in bed that night something started bothering me. It was in the way he said “champ”, like I was his nephew in Little League, or something. I tried to forget it, but I couldn’t, I mean honestly am I that unattractive that he treats me like a little boy. I really am asking a lot of him though, I felt myself beginning to blush in the dark going over everything I told him that night. He must really think I’m something…